Spontaneous Combustion

Anyone who remotely knows me will know that I have a temper to rival a white squall. On good days, I’m able to keep things in check and go through the day without committing (verbal) assault. However, on bad days, well, let’s just say I spew confetti of expletives and spit daggers with them old eyeballs.

I threw a temper tantrum at work a few days back.

I reported to work happy like a lark, but a spate of unfortunate events saw me having to work with Fats and MC Queen. I tried hard to contain my temper as Fats used her eye power (look ma, no hands!) while doing turning with me, disappeared for a extended amount of time during break and MC Queen, well, all she ever does is her usual thing of just floating along aimlessly through the shift.

I did most of the work alone.
And even helped those lazy sluts to finish their work.

When I found out that they had not changed my patient as promised, I basically erupted. Thankfully, God filled my hands with a syringe and a can of milk (I was in the midst of feeding a patient via NGT) so I was not able to wring their fucking fat necks.

I was on the verge of biting off their heads.

Boiling with rage, my black face spoke volumes of the emotions stirring vehemently beneath. Fats still had the cheek to ask me what was wrong. When I blasted her, she went to confront MC Queen (who told me they did not change my patient) and they ended up blaming each other.

Ah.. the drama.

After I returned from my break, I left MC Queen to dispense meds alone. Tit for tat.

Both are famed liars and drama queens. Often found skiving, though Fats has accumulated far less then our Emmy award/Golden Globe/Golden Horse/Whatever award you can imagine-winning MC Queen, who is severely allergic to working beyond 3 consecutive days.

Even my ward supervisor had to step in and talk to me.

She advised me to monitor their work, especially Fats. I told her simply; I'm not their keeper. If at this age, they are still unable to comprehend the consequences of their actions or work within the perimeters of their job scope, they should do us all a favor and resign.

Heck, we rather MC Queen take long leave then see her at work. What's the point of comming to work stoned and snitching on others when the quality of her work is even beneath mediocre.

I’m not perfect. I admit I try means and ways to cut corners to finish up my work at times. But I’m anal about changing and turning. These patients are unable to turn or change independently. And it’s lapses in this aspect of care that contributes to pressure sores. Coupled with their existing co-morbidities and we’re staring infection-sepsis-death in the face.

I’d much rather live with the title of ‘bitch’ then be responsible for my patient’s death.